Chapter 9
Padme Naberri sat at her desk in her office on Courscant. She was completing a speech she was going to give at the senate meeting next week. However, the next day she was to return to Naboo to bury her husband. She stopped as that thought sunk in. I'm twenty-five with two babies on the way, and I'm burying my husband. This could only happen to me.
A sudden knock on the door brought her out of her lamentation and she tried to make herself look unreasonably busy. "Come in," she called, and Dorme entered.
"Obi-Wan Kenobi is here to see you, M'lady," she said softly. Padme sighed.
"Send him in." Dorme nodded and left. Padme made herself look extra busy now, Obi-Wan not being the first person she wanted to see at the moment. She quickly put her hand on her stomach as she felt a wave of nausea wash over her.
"M'lady," she heard Obi-Wan say from the doorway. She looked up and saw the form of her husband's former master in the doorway.
"Hello, Obi-Wan come in," she said evenly. She hadn't seen Obi-Wan since Anakin had died two days before. "Can I help you with something, Obi-Wan?"
Obi-Wan recoiled at the coldness in her tone. He came up to the middle of the room, closer to the edge of her desk. "I just wanted to come and see how you were, M'lady." Padme laughed sarcastically.
"You wanted to see..." Padme finally looked up at the Jedi. "I just lost my husband, Obi-Wan! I'm pregnant and my husband is dead! How do you think I am?" She turned back to the speech when Obi-Wan said nothing.
In conclusion... she wrote, then scribbled it out. Therefore, my fellow... she scribbled that out more vigorously, this time. In closing, senators... "No!" she said audibly as she furiously scribbled out the last line again. Becoming overwhelmed by her frustration, Padme began crying, but not only out of frustration. She laid her head on the desk and felt Obi-Wan move swiftly to her side. She struggled against him briefly as she left him trying to pull her into his arms, but she gave in as her emotions took her hostage. She sobbed as Obi-Wan tried to comfort her. The fact that she had been unable to grieve for very long washed over her. When would the senate learn? When would the galaxy learn? All she had wanted was to be happy with her husband and newly budding family, but even that dream had been painfully ripped away from her. Now Anakin was dead and her senatorial duties were only allowing her to mourn her loss for a few days on Naboo before she had to return. Selfish! What did they know about true love, family, secrets and loss? How could anyone possibly have known the pain she was experiencing? They had only been married for a month. It must be some kind of record Padme thought. She pulled out of Obi-Wan's embrace and wiped her face, thoroughly embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, Obi-Wan," she said and he looked at her questioningly. "I'm just highly stressed right now." She attempted to pick up her pen again, but Obi-Wan stopped her. She looked at him.
"I think it's more than that, M'lady," he said. Padme blinked, then glanced down at her desk. "You're allowed to grieve, Padme. No one will think less of you. It's human." Padme looked up into his blue eyes.
"If it's human, than why do I feel so much pain? I never thought this much pain was possible."
"The pain will pass in time, Padme."
"We were only married a month, Obi-Wan," she said softly. "Did you know that?" Obi-Wan shook his head. "We were only together for a month, and in that time I only spent one week in his arms." Fresh tears began to fill the young senator's eyes. "One week. How is that possible?" She felt Obi-Wan put his hand on her shoulder. "I love him so much, Obi-Wan. Even as he lies dead I still do." She looked up at him. "I miss him, Obi-Wan, so much." Obi-Wan pulled her into a comforting embrace.
"He will always be with you, Padme, just as he and Qui-Gon are still with me." Obi-Wan smiled sadly. "If I know him as well as I think I do, M'lady he will come to you whenever you call him. He loved you so much, Padme, believe me."
"I know," Padme whispered as they both attempted to comfort each other.
Padme Naberri sat at her desk in her office on Courscant. She was completing a speech she was going to give at the senate meeting next week. However, the next day she was to return to Naboo to bury her husband. She stopped as that thought sunk in. I'm twenty-five with two babies on the way, and I'm burying my husband. This could only happen to me.
A sudden knock on the door brought her out of her lamentation and she tried to make herself look unreasonably busy. "Come in," she called, and Dorme entered.
"Obi-Wan Kenobi is here to see you, M'lady," she said softly. Padme sighed.
"Send him in." Dorme nodded and left. Padme made herself look extra busy now, Obi-Wan not being the first person she wanted to see at the moment. She quickly put her hand on her stomach as she felt a wave of nausea wash over her.
"M'lady," she heard Obi-Wan say from the doorway. She looked up and saw the form of her husband's former master in the doorway.
"Hello, Obi-Wan come in," she said evenly. She hadn't seen Obi-Wan since Anakin had died two days before. "Can I help you with something, Obi-Wan?"
Obi-Wan recoiled at the coldness in her tone. He came up to the middle of the room, closer to the edge of her desk. "I just wanted to come and see how you were, M'lady." Padme laughed sarcastically.
"You wanted to see..." Padme finally looked up at the Jedi. "I just lost my husband, Obi-Wan! I'm pregnant and my husband is dead! How do you think I am?" She turned back to the speech when Obi-Wan said nothing.
In conclusion... she wrote, then scribbled it out. Therefore, my fellow... she scribbled that out more vigorously, this time. In closing, senators... "No!" she said audibly as she furiously scribbled out the last line again. Becoming overwhelmed by her frustration, Padme began crying, but not only out of frustration. She laid her head on the desk and felt Obi-Wan move swiftly to her side. She struggled against him briefly as she left him trying to pull her into his arms, but she gave in as her emotions took her hostage. She sobbed as Obi-Wan tried to comfort her. The fact that she had been unable to grieve for very long washed over her. When would the senate learn? When would the galaxy learn? All she had wanted was to be happy with her husband and newly budding family, but even that dream had been painfully ripped away from her. Now Anakin was dead and her senatorial duties were only allowing her to mourn her loss for a few days on Naboo before she had to return. Selfish! What did they know about true love, family, secrets and loss? How could anyone possibly have known the pain she was experiencing? They had only been married for a month. It must be some kind of record Padme thought. She pulled out of Obi-Wan's embrace and wiped her face, thoroughly embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, Obi-Wan," she said and he looked at her questioningly. "I'm just highly stressed right now." She attempted to pick up her pen again, but Obi-Wan stopped her. She looked at him.
"I think it's more than that, M'lady," he said. Padme blinked, then glanced down at her desk. "You're allowed to grieve, Padme. No one will think less of you. It's human." Padme looked up into his blue eyes.
"If it's human, than why do I feel so much pain? I never thought this much pain was possible."
"The pain will pass in time, Padme."
"We were only married a month, Obi-Wan," she said softly. "Did you know that?" Obi-Wan shook his head. "We were only together for a month, and in that time I only spent one week in his arms." Fresh tears began to fill the young senator's eyes. "One week. How is that possible?" She felt Obi-Wan put his hand on her shoulder. "I love him so much, Obi-Wan. Even as he lies dead I still do." She looked up at him. "I miss him, Obi-Wan, so much." Obi-Wan pulled her into a comforting embrace.
"He will always be with you, Padme, just as he and Qui-Gon are still with me." Obi-Wan smiled sadly. "If I know him as well as I think I do, M'lady he will come to you whenever you call him. He loved you so much, Padme, believe me."
"I know," Padme whispered as they both attempted to comfort each other.
